Lyrical Dissonance

I wish I was good at poetry. 

That my left brain would leave my right alone.

Words flowing haphazardly into beauty

Rather than precisely into semicolons.

I wish my journal was full of poetic notions

As much as my mind seems to be.

Yet, it is not.

But all is as it should be;

The world might make sense only through poetry

but that’s not how I make sense to the world. 

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